Creative Writing Thursday (6)
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Feeling the Words
Tell the message every day
Cry to the people to listen
Speak a thousand volumes
With no voice emanating
Words don’t always have sounds
Feelings never really rhyme
But actions tell the story
Oh-Destroy me
Why cant they read my mind
Tell the message for all to see
Wanting them to know how I feel
The words don’t come through
But the actions should speak volumes
Words don’t always have sounds
Feelings never really rhyme
But actions tell the story
Oh-Destroy me
Why cant you read my mind
The time I spend should make it clear
But what I feel is not what I hear
So I’ll pretend to be in a time.
That feelings are known and all words rhyme.
Comments
ROLL TIDE!
Posted by: tommy | September 4, 2003 03:07 PM
Little Boxes Bleed-
Bombs wrapped with pretty little bows
When they'll show up nobody knows
Looking for someone to deface
Pure thoughts and ideas will erase
Is it possible to evade depravity?
It would be just like escaping gravity
Will leave you discomposed and fatigued
While still awake and somewhat intrigued
You can search for a way to defuse
Or simply just ignore and refuse
Remember the truth exposes and reveals
Searches deep within, cures and heals
And when all else fails you can still smile
For you have escaped the corrupt and vile
-JB
Posted by: Jen | September 4, 2003 03:25 PM
Bounty, the quicker picker upper
Posted by: Tim Marks | September 4, 2003 03:45 PM
say something easy
to understand
and i'll be your shining friend
Posted by: grace | September 4, 2003 05:46 PM
I want to be in the sweet serenity of a quiet mind
Without the hustle and bustle of my every day, unimportant worries
I don't want to worry about meeting a man
I don't want to worry about how I can become more popular
I want to think about happy things that I already have
I want to enjoy talking with someone about anything but my own problems
I want to laugh about silly things
I want to be not alone
And I when I am again I want to still feel good and fulfilled
I want to feel like my every day life isn't so boring after all
That someone else shares my interests
That someone else doesn't think my life is empty
I want someone to make me remember that my life isn't so empty when I think about it
Tonight, you gave me that
Thank you.
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No commento...self-explanitorio ...good dayo
Posted by: Laura | September 4, 2003 05:54 PM
I understand you Jeremy. Well not all the time, but well, sometimes, well. . .okay I don't understand you. BUT!! I've got some poetry to share. I've not yet titled this, but its got a nice feel to it. To me at least.
Tell me how should I feel when you're leaving? Tell me how should I deal without breathing?
Did I do something that was less than it seemed? Or did I live out a fantasy that you never dreamed?
I guess I'm just a bit confused,
because so much of my love was cruelly abused. Maybe I lived a life that was too well centered, but most likely you left before we splintered.
I was so caught up in all your superlatives,
that I forgot about the overwhelming negatives. Maybe I should have just left you alone,
but when I had the chance to do so, you had already gone.
Jeremy, just keep doing your thing man.
Posted by: Mindless Intelligence | September 5, 2003 12:09 AM